Ailsa has posted the most awesome green photos, and I’m guessing that since she’s Irish she must have St Patrick’s Day in mind, coming up on 17th March. And so I have a King Parrot in mind: the orange and the green.
He used to visit us on our back deck. Unlike Edgar Allan Poe’s Raven which I blogged about yesterday, the King Parrot never came rapping or tapping at my chamber door, nor at my window lattice. But he would fly in under the pergola and sit on the clothes horse as though wanting to join us for morning tea.
these birds are absolutely beautiful
What fun! A guest for breakfast. And a beauty at that. 🙂
They are, Rosa. And quite friendly. Once I had one eating out of my hand.
They are heaps of fun. When one lands close to me like in the top photo, I can’t walk away; I stand captivated because I know it will be ages before it happens again.
Funny how nature can grab hold of you. I hear birds in the morning, singing and chirping and I can’t help but run to the window to see ‘who’ it is.
Me too. The older I get, the more I do it.
😉